Monday, August 2, 1999

Unwanted

It is morning now (8:37) and not much has changed... My eyes are strained against the distance of my escaped sleep and he doesn't want me. I think that I am done here.

I kind of wish that I could sleep, though. It would make the day much easier today and my eyes wouldn't sting so fucking much...

Maybe I should try to get the last hour before the alarm...

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